They Need Mercy To Help Them Grow Up
The Flea took a break at this point.
“Brrrr,” said the Little Worm gently, shivering. His friend’s story was simply frightening.
“I never want to have any dealings with evil spirits,” he said as if talking to himself.
The Flea heard him:
“I remember an unhappy happening from my childhood. Yet again, it is the icon of my Grandfather that comes to mind, together with the echo of an old discussion he had with my father once. He pointed out to my father that he was about to make a mistake which might never be put right again.”
“What did your father do?” asked the Little Worm.
“Very angry with my older brothers who kept doing silly things, my father would sometimes raise his hand to punish them. He believed he a good beating was part and parcel of a g
